Reunited Ch. 05

Hello! Been awhile since I've written a new chapter for this story! This chapter, chapter 5, officially begins what is "part 2" of Reunited. And part 2, for the most part, will be all from Cass's POV, both in the present and in flashbacks to her college years (yeah I'm doing the flashback thing again haha). These series of chapters will also include futa on futa and futa on female! If you're happy to see this story back, you can thank fellow writer/amazing artist/my good friend maddy_long who paid for this series to continue as a bounty commission!

Tags: futa on female, futa on futa, excessive cum/cum inflation, hyper cock, romantic drama and the like, some mentions of cock growth

Tags are for the story as a whole.

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Happy Reading :)

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Steam billowed through the air. Searing-hot water blasted from a high-perched showerhead. A phone balanced on the edge of a nearby porcelain countertop blared Indie Rock. Droplets of condensation clung to the white ceiling of the bathroom, the mirror above the sink basin fogged, as were the glass walls and door of the shower. The hazy silhouette of a mostly-feminine figure moved behind the translucent partition, a soft voicing singing along to the song playing.

The shadow of the person scrubbing the previous day's accumulated sweat and grime from their body presented an alluring sight to any would-be Peeping Toms. Full, huge breasts sat high on her chest, giving way to a thin, tight stomach, and then flaring out into a pair of wide hips, a large, bubbly behind completing her womanly curves. She was a couple inches taller than average, her legs long, thighs thick; willowy arms rose above her shoulders, her hands massaging conditioner into her scalp.

Another part of her outline did more than hint that she wasn't just a normal woman. Dangling from her groin was the unmistakable shape of a rather masculine set of genitalia, and they dangled much farther than most people's. A tubular appendage hung down to just below her knees, the mushroom-shaped, partially-hooded tip banging against her shins, the entire thing thicker than one of her thin wrists. Behind it sagged an expansive pouch carrying two gravid spheroids comparable to cantaloupes, which swung between her legs every time she moved. Her cock and balls sat lower than usual due to the temperature of the water raining down on her.

A hand blindly reached out and turned the shower handle, cutting off the spray of the boiling liquid. A sigh echoed through the quieted bathroom as she grabbed a pair of black towels - one small, one large - draped over the top of the shower, the futanari wrapping one around her head, the other around her torso; she took a moment to tie up the backs of the absorbent fabrics so they wouldn't slip from her body, and to make sure that every single strand of her golden locks were properly bundled up.

Cassandra opened the shower door and stepped out onto a navy blue bath mat.

She allowed the water clinging to her fair skin drip onto the mat before moving to the sink, swiping her hands across her breast-tented towel. Grabbing her phone, she lowered the volume of the music playing and checked her messages, opening her texts and emails in turn - nothing new. Shrugging, Cass set her phone back down and grabbed her toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto it, making a mental note that she'd need to buy more soon. Cassandra shoved the bristled plastic cleaning implement in her mouth and began to get ready for the work.

Brushing her teeth, drying off her body, and applying moisturizer to her features, arms and legs, Cassandra slipped into auto-pilot as she went about her morning, her daily routine as memorized as her phone number or bank PIN. She tossed her towels over the top of the shower, deciding they didn't need to be replaced quite yet, and walked out of the bathroom, her dainty feet slapping against the warmed tile floor, Cass's heavy-hanging package bouncing. Cass took her phone with her and tossed it onto the forest green sheets of her large, King-sized bed, the bathroom connected to her bedroom.

Her next destination was her walk-in closet. She picked out a plain white bra first, her heavy breasts filling out its deep cups, but didn't pick out a pair of panties to go with it; instead, she grabbed a black leather strap once she finished hooking her brassiere behind her back, one that had several connecting pieces on its two ends. Putting her right leg up on a short stool, she initiated the arduous process of restraining her genitalia to her thigh so it didn't create any unseemly bulges in her clothing while she went about her day, Cassandra folding her cock back on itself - taking care not to snag her foreskin on the strap - and bundling up her balls against it, wincing as she tightened the belt-like item around it. Several hooks and a strip of velcro latched together to keep her enormous junk in place.

After giving her leg a few testing extensions and wiggles in order to make sure nothing was out of place - Cassandra having suffered several embarrassing incidents from not being careful - she resumed dressing herself. A light-red, short-sleeved button up blouse covered her torso, and a gray jacket went over it, the weather too chilly to forego the extra layer. She chose an ankle-length black skirt for her bottom-half, finishing her outfit with thick socks and a pair of black heels. Cassandra checked herself out in the full-length mirror attached to her closet door.

Cassandra went right back to the bathroom to blow-dry and brush her blonde hair, deciding to leave it down today, the tips flowing over her shoulders and resting atop chest. Applying a light smattering of makeup to her sharp features - enough to beautify her already-attractive visage but not overdo it - she sprayed herself with perfume as well, put on a pair of diamond earrings, and chose to wear contacts instead of her usual glasses, then proceeded to head back into the bedroom yet again. The final touch to her appearance was a fashionable-yet-professional brown-banded watch that she put on her right wrist; she checked the time, and, upon seeing she had a few minutes to spare, plopped down on the end of her bed.

She picked up her phone again.

Without even realizing she was doing it, she opened her texts and tapped on one name specifically: Lisa. Her best friend from her childhood, a fellow futanari, the one she'd recently reunited with out of the blue - the person she'd had a crush on for as long as she could remember. A crush she was able to act on for the first time in decades a little over a week ago. Cassandra's sparkling blue eyes reread the last messages they'd sent each other, a brief, terse exchange that was mostly her checking to make sure that Lisa had gotten home safely after that day, and that everything had been taken care of with the hotel.

It felt like an eternity had passed since they last saw each other, when they engaged in a lurid rendezvous with a third person - a woman who's name Cass could scarcely recall at this point - and then with each other. She clutched her phone tighter as she remembered the events of that day. Cass had finally gathered the courage to do something she'd wanted to since she was eighteen, since before she'd headed off for college and left Lisa behind.

The memory stirred her loins, Cass clamping her legs together to stifle her rising arousal - an act she'd had to perform constantly ever since she had sex with Lisa. It almost felt futile to try and fight it, her desire for her friend so strong it even distracted at her work, Cassandra masturbating constantly as soon as she got home to the mental images of losing her virginity - well, one of her virginities - to Lisa; she never bothered to call one of her fuck-buddies to help satiate her libido either, the thought of being with anyone but her friend having lost its appeal. She wanted Lisa and only Lisa!

Why did this have to be so hard?

Cassandra knew she'd taken Lisa by surprise with her actions in the hotel room once they were done using the other woman. Mounting her, riding her, accidentally knocking Lisa out with her humongous cock - it had all been everything Cass had always wanted! Mostly. She'd made up her mind earlier the morning of that day that she was finally going to make a move on her old best friend, and couldn't have been happier with how things went, giving up her vaginal-virginity to Lisa as amazing as she'd always imagined, and Cass had spent many a lonely night fantasizing about getting fucked by the lesser-endowed futanari. So why didn't the rest of it go the way she'd always dreamed?

Truthfully, she knew why. She always knew that their friendship was a consequence of circumstance at best, especially once they'd entered high school; they were both the only futanari in their small town, and they'd both grown up pretty poor on top of that. Sure it was fine when they were just kids, the pair inseparable, thick as thieves, but once they reached those teenage years things changed. Or at least Lisa did. Cass hadn't come into her own until college, whereas Lisa had grown taller, stronger, and more confident to boot in her early teenage years, climbing several rungs on the social ladder while Cass was perpetually stuck at the bottom.

But Lisa hadn't abandoned her, at least not entirely. They still hung out together and even shared partners; the women they slept together were always Lisa's lovers, Cass invited due to a pact they'd made and out of a sense of obligation more than anything. She wasn't ever seriously cruel to her, but Lisa did hold the fact that she was more popular and domineering over Cassandra's head, often bossing her around and making snide remarks about her appearance. It might've been wrong to treat a friend like that, but Cass had been too blinded by her affection to protest - she was just glad she got to spend time with her!

Her feelings hadn't changed all these years later, which is why she found herself in her current predicament. Sitting at the edge of her bed, staring wistfully at her phone, wishing Lisa would text her, trying to decide if it was the right choice to shoot her a message first. It was a familiar feeling in the worst of ways. Sighing, Cass checked the time only to realize she'd spent longer than planned in the clutches of nostalgia and regret. Standing up, she strolled towards the front door of her high-rise apartment, slipped her phone into her shouldered-purse, grabbed her briefcase, and headed to work.

Maybe Lisa would text her later...

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Many years earlier...

Eighteen-year-old Cassandra shoved a suitcase under her small bed, having just finished unpacking the last of her things. She'd moved into her college dorm only a couple days prior, and hadn't had much time to get her belongings put away until now; her first day on campus had been spent mostly touring the facilities and getting a feel for her new home, the second taken up by a meeting with a counselor for a last minute schedule change. But here she was, finally taking the next step in her life - her first into adulthood - mostly in thanks to a couple of scholarships she'd earned, especially from a company called 'FORC' which offered the only debt-free money available to futanari like herself.

Sitting down on her bed, Cass studied her new living arrangements for the next year. It seemed pretty average as far as dorms went. Big enough to contain two twin-sized beds, a couple of plain dressers, and a pair of wooden desks; her roommate, Stacy, who'd she barely interacted with, occupied the other half of the room, her side already a mess of strewn clothing and bags. She'd been nice enough during the few conversations they had, but they were obviously very different people. In fact, Stacy was a lot like Lisa in the way she was outgoing and beautiful, but there was one difference that made Cassandra feel endlessly nervous.

She was pretty sure Stacy wasn't a futanari.

Though it had been clearly stated on her application that she wasn't one, Cass had been sent to live in the female dorms, the mid-sized college not having separate housing for her sex. Cassandra accepted it without a say in the matter, commuting from home inconceivable with her class-load, the houses around the University too expensive for her low-earning family to afford. She'd just have to hide who she was, tucking her cock away and wearing loose bottoms like she had her entire life - though it was going to be a lot more challenging considering she shared a room with someone else, and bathrooms with the entire floor.

Shaking her worries from her mind, Cassandra stayed busy by setting up what she could, trying to reassure herself that college was going to be a place of acceptance. Maybe everyone would be fine with her being a futa! She changed out of her sleepwear and into a pair of baggy white shorts and a yellow tank top that hung loosely off her petite physique; Cass was thin as a rail, barely any prominence in her hips or ass to speak of, her breasts barely filling out a small B-cup. Not like so many of the girls she went to school with. Not like Stacy. Not like Lisa.

Cass sat at her desk, the hard wooden chair uncomfortable against her flat rear, and opened her brand new laptop, one of the first things she'd bought with her scholarship money. She hooked it up the campus wi-fi and immediately logged into her various social media accounts; Cassandra didn't really have a reason to use them, considering she'd had few friends except Lisa in high school, but at least it allowed her to see what the other futanari was up to! Speak of the devil. Her bespectacled, soft baby-blue's were quickly greeted with a series of pictures of her best friend at a party, living it up, a beer in one hand, her other around an attractive woman from her class - no doubt the person she'd end up bedding that night.

The images brought Cass a conflicting mix of emotions.

On one hand she always enjoyed looking at Lisa, and that would probably never change. Her beautiful black curls. Her unblemished hazel complexion. Her gorgeous features. Cassandra rarely tired of admiring Lisa's face, her facial qualities fitting her perfectly; large brown eyes, a slightly upturned nose, full lips - combined with her athletic and curvaceous figure, there was little question of why the futa was so popular. Even in the picture Cassandra was currently viewing, Lisa exuded confidence, her pearly-whites flashing, her skin glistening with sweat. Her chest tightened.

Seeing her 'living it' up also saddened Cass, conversely, and that's because Lisa was having the time of her life without her. She didn't get a chance to hang out with her friend before she left, not since they'd had their last threesome together with that girl Jenny; though she promised she would, Lisa hadn't shown up for Cassandra's going-away dinner, only her extended family joining her to say goodbye. Lisa had made up an excuse that something had come up, but Cass knew the truth: she wasn't interested in continuing the platonic relationship now that she didn't have to.

And unfortunately for Cassandra that fact didn't alter how she felt about the dark-skinned futanari. As much as she tried to justify Lisa's behavior and attitude towards her, she knew the truth: Lisa treated her like a burden that she couldn't wait to shake off. She'd questioned this a million times to herself, wondering why she couldn't be the kind of person that Lisa wanted to be with. Why her feelings weren't reciprocated. Why she wasn't good enough for her best friend. A tear formed in the corner of her eye.

Cass slammed her laptop shut.

Throwing herself onto her bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm her raging sorrow. Grabbing her worn, outdated phone from beside her, she brought it to her face and began to scroll aimlessly, doing exactly the exact same thing she was at her laptop without meaning to. She opened her texts and scowled; it was Lisa's that showed up first, of course, a sore reminder that her friend hadn't even wished her well when she'd left for college. Her thumb hovered over the virtual keyboard.

What would she even say to her? Cass could tell her that she arrived safely and was all moved in, but that... that just felt annoying. If Lisa cared she would've asked, wouldn't she? She could ask her how she was doing or even send her a simple 'hi' but even that felt like too much - everything felt like too much. What else did they really have to talk about? The only thing they had in common at this point was that they were both futanari, and that really wasn't enough to start a conversation anymore. God she wished things were different!

Maybe Lisa would text her later...

...

Later at work...

"Thank you, Greg, I'll look over these reports and get back to you," Lisa nodded at one of the employees that worked directly under her, "and good job on getting them done so quickly. If we had more people like you on the team things would be a lot more efficient around here."

"Thank you Ms. Hill."

The younger, suited man nearly bowed to his boss in gratitude.

"That will be all, Greg, I'll shoot you a message if there's anything I need clarification on.

"Yes, Ms. Hill, of course."

Cassandra watched him go, waiting until he'd closed the door to her private office to toss the folder of organized papers atop a growing stack of similarly unreviewed reports on her desk. Leaning back in her chair, she groaned and slapped her palms against her cheeks, trying to break herself out of the stupor that had plagued her for over a week. The fluorescent lighting that could be found in every room in the building shined down on her, her eyes tracing over the many small marks in the ceiling tiles, the ones she'd studied thousands of times since being promoted to her executive marketing position for FORC.

It was a lofty title, one she wore proudly and enjoyed the perks of thoroughly. She had her own corner office - and a large one at that - a parking space with her name on it, and a private bathroom attached to her office. Her badge got her anywhere in the building, and she had over a dozen employees at her direct disposable, ones she tried to be a good boss too, including her personal secretary, a sweet older woman named Jan. For how relatively young Cass was, it was impressive she'd reached such heights in her career, and she was thankful that FORC had basically sponsored her college degrees, and felt nothing but gratitude that the fine-print of the scholarship included a clause that said she had to work for them for a number of years after graduating, something she would have done regardless of the stipulation.

But yet she felt unfulfilled in life, and there was little question of why.

Sure, Cass had tried dating after she'd matured in college, both during her schooling and once she entered the professional world, but the relationships never panned out. Men rejected her once they discovered what she had swinging between the legs. Women were fun to fuck but never seemed interested in returning the favor with toys. Other futanari usually fled the moment she revealed what she was working with. The few serious relationships she had managed to maintain didn't last but a few months at most, and she was always the one to end them; it just felt unfair to Cass that her partners weren't the ones she was usually thinking about during intimacy!

Groaning, she straightened her back and sat up properly, trying to concentrate. Her manicured, white-painted nails tapped on her keyboard, her computer monitor lighting up as she typed in her login credentials. Scanning her unread emails first, she checked to see if anything needed her attention before opening her work calendar; Cass had an in-person meeting in an hour, nothing important but one she was required to attend - something that could probably be done over a conference call. Business as usual. Besides the meeting, however, it looked like her day was free, not counting the pile of reports she needed to look over that occupied most of the space on her large desk. Yet, in that moment, she found herself wondering what Lisa was up to.

Reaching for one of the folders, she casually flipped through it, using a pen to follow along under each line of text, a technique she'd picked up in college to help keep her eyes focused. Luckily it was Greg's report, one that concerned the latest trends in FORC-product-buyers, and the man was nothing if not a stickler for detail! So she didn't need to look too hard at his write-up, confident that he'd made few if any mistakes - something she couldn't say about all of her employees, to her constant annoyance. Cassandra was never in a hurry to fire or scold the people she worked with, but sometimes she felt like she was too easy on them!

As she lazily looked over Greg's flawless report, she opened the top drawer in her desk where her phone was located - something she'd learned to do when she was just a lowly intern and wasn't allowed to do as she pleased during work hours. Do as she pleased within reason, of course. Pulling it out, she set it next to the folder and went to her texts once again, not the least bit surprised to see that Lisa hadn't messaged her. Cassandra bit her lower lip. She had to make the first move - again - didn't she? If she didn't, she knew Lisa wouldn't either. That was just how her friend was. How she'd always been.

"Fuck it," she muttered under her breath, eyes glancing at her office door as if someone might come barging in unannounced and catch her doing something she shouldn't be, "what do I have to lose?"

She knew what but she didn't want to say it.

Cass: Hey.

That was all she sent, Cass no longer a timid teen fretting over how she'd come off in a single text message; she did frantically flip her phone over, however, her heart rate jump-starting, beating a hundred miles a minute. Maybe she hadn't completely grown up! Cass tried to return to her actual job, but predictably had trouble doing so, her head constantly turning to glance at her phone. It would vibrate when - if - she got a response, but Cassandra couldn't help but stare longingly at it again and again. Over half an hour passed before the rectangular device shook atop her desk.

It took her several more minutes afterwards to gather the courage needed to pick her phone back up.

Lisa: Hey

L: Whats up?

Oh God she actually replied!

Steadying her hands, Cass began tapping out a response.

C: Just working!

C: Wanted to see how you were doing.

L: Working too, but I'm on my lunch. Have a weird shift today.

C: What time do you get off?

L: Like 5 or 6 depending on how busy we are.

L: Why?

Cass closed her eyes as her trembling fingers typed out the text she'd wanted to send all week.

C: Wanna grab a late dinner?

Shoving her phone away from her in a panic, Cassandra spun around one-hundred-eighty degrees in her chair and faced the wall behind her, one decorated with frames containing her college degrees, credentials, and business awards. She buried her head in her hands and tried to steady her breathing, her ears perked to listen for the sound of her phone's vibrations. Fuck, she'd actually asked Lisa out on a date! Well, maybe not quite a date - she'd refrained from using the actual word, after all. That meant it didn't count as one, right?

She felt like a teenager again, and she didn't like that feeling. Waiting by the phone for Lisa to text or call her, ignoring her school work - her actual job, in this case - scheduling her life around the whims of the sole person she had eyes for. The feeling only grew more severe the longer she went without hearing her phone buzz, her heeled-foot tapping against the white-carpeted floor, Cass's eyelids squeezed shut to fight off any tears that might've attempted to surface. Why was she still like this after all these years?

Mentally, Cassandra counted down the seconds that swiftly turned into minutes as they passed. Her office stayed silent, minus the soft ticking of the clock hanging over the door and Cass's own rapid exhales. She didn't know how much more of this she could take, her body shaking and her teeth clenched; she scolded herself over and over for being so presumptuous, so stupid for thinking that Lisa would want to see her again after what happened. Why did she have to be such a hopeless romantic!? Some people might've considered that a good trait, but it had caused her nothing but anguish!

It was nearly time for her meeting, and she knew she had to calm down before then, lest she show up looking like a total wreck. Turning back around, she wiped her slightly-moist sockets and pushed her fingers through her hair, using her hands to fan her face, hoping her cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Glancing at her phone again, she sighed and grabbed it, ready to toss it back into her desk like she was covering up her shame; but, before she could, it suddenly vibrated in her palm, the sensation catching her by surprise. Cass nearly dropped the device from shock. She froze as the screen lit up, Lisa's name appearing.

Her trembling thumb swiped across the screen.

L: Uh maybe

L: What did you have in mind?

Now was her chance to not fuck this up!

C: I picked last time, so why don't you choose the restaurant?

C: Wherever is fine with me!

She paused and then quickly typed up a follow-up that she knew would entice Lisa into accepting her proposal.

C: I'll pay too

That would do it - they both grew up pretty poor and Lisa wasn't likely to pass up a free meal!

L: Alright I think I'm down

L: I have to get back to work but I'll text you the name of a place in a bit

C: Great, just let me know!

Cassandra held back a squeal of happiness, her phone clutched tightly to her chest. She did it! She actually asked Lisa out to dinner and she'd accepted! After taking a moment to swoon over her future dinner plans, Cass glanced at her watch, her eyes shooting open - she was going to be late for the meeting! Jolting to her feet, she grabbed her briefcase off her desk and shuffled some papers into it, a cheek-dimpling smile raising her lips. Waltzing out of her office confidently, Cassandra halted in her tracks once she'd shut the door and made a last minute, split-second decision; she pulled a ring of keys from the pocket in her jacket and locked up her office.

As soon as she turned around she greeted Jan, her secretary.

"Hey Jan," Cass said, unable to hide her grin, "I'm heading off to a meeting, but I think I'm gonna go home after. Taking a half-day. So if anyone needs me, can you tell them I had a doctor's appointment?"

"Certainly Cassandra," the older woman was one of the few who addressed the futa by her first name, "I can tell them whatever you want - as long as you tell me where you're actually going!"

The gray-haired woman giggled mischievously, causing Cassandra to roll her eyes - Jan was always so nosy!

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jan."

"Is that why you look like you just won the lottery!? I never look that happy when I have to see the doctor or go to a meeting!"

Jan's green eyes narrowed behind her large round glasses at her boss.

"So what are you really up to? Got a hot date tonight!?"

"S-Something like that..." Cass stuttered, caught red-handed in a lie, Jan's eyebrow raising expectantly, "Look, uh, if everything goes well, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

"You better. Lord knows I need to live vicariously through someone! Not like I'm gettin' any at my old age!"

Cass shook her head.

"You're ridiculous. Alright, have a good day, Jan, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't have too much fun on your date - but if you do I want all the juicy details!"

Waving a hand at her devious secretary, Cass made her way to the elevator down the hall from her office, a pep in her step...